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Apr 2015
We sat on a blanket
of the purest white sand
& listened to the gentle surf
as star matter
occasionally tumbled
earthward.
It was surreal,
us giggling,
making our wishes
unto the Heavens
as if the sacred gods
were actually listening
to little old us.
She's gone now,
disappeared on a road trip
to Philly.
Sadly,
none of the wishes
have come true
yet,
so she must,
she must be truly gone.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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